It
was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Kitty was bored.
Practice
for the day had been canceled, or rather, simply not scheduled, because Maki
had a movie shoot and a cold to deal with at the same time so Ruki was throwing
a hissy fit at the fact that she was being made to work when she should be
tucked in bed to recover. As leader, Kai knew very well that there were some
fights he couldn’t win, and therefore he hadn’t even tried to wrestle Ruki away
from the actress’s side.
Kitty
was all for letting Ruki pout in a corner while Maki was on set. What she was
not okay with was that while Ruki was
busy throwing himself a pity party, she was left with an empty weekend to fill.
A very empty weekend, as there were
no concerts or events or even sales to visit, and going outside simply to
wander around aimlessly without any security at
all would have been an awful idea.
So,
here she was; bored and flipping through the channels on television with
disinterest. With a sigh as she made the full circuit of channels yet again,
Kitty looked over at Reita on the other side of the room. He was messing away
with his bass and his laptop without a care in the world.
“No.”
“Eh?”
“Not
a chance.”
“But
I haven’t even asked anything yet!” Kitty wailed.
“I’m
not taking you out to see some stupid movie.”
“But
I didn’t ask you to take me to a movie!”
Reita
snorted. “I can see you thinking about it.”
“Well,
I am now.”
“We’re
not going.”
Kitty
huffed. “Why not?”
“Because
you’re thinking about dragging me out to a stupid kids’ movie!”
“It’s
cute.”
“Stupid.”
“It
has animated puppy dogs!”
“Stupid.”
“Fine
then, we’ll just sit here.”
Kitty
huffed and hugged a pillow to her chest. She leaned back against the arm of the
couch and glared at Reita as he ignored her and tapped away at the keys on his
laptop.
“That’s
cheating.”
“Eh?”
“That,”
Reita failed to clarify, vaguely gesturing in Kitty’s general direction.
“That’s cheating.”
“What
on earth are you talking about?”
Grumbling
as he was forced to articulate it, Reita explained, “That whole being cute at
me thing. That’s cheating.”
“I’m
not being cute,” Kitty replied, genuinely perplexed. “I’m pissed.”
“And
pouting.”
“I’m
bored.”
“You
don’t always pout when you’re bored.”
“When
I’m pissed at Ruki because he’s the one making
me bored, I do,” Kitty countered.
Reita
gave her a look. “You only pout when you want something.”
“Or
when Ruki’s pissing me off.”
“And
you want Kai to let you hit him.”
Kitty
shrugged. “He deserves it.”
Reita
could only agree with the statement. He went back to pressing his original
point. “It’s still cheating.”
“What?”
“Pouting
like that.”
“Like
what?”
“All
cute like that, it’s not fair.”
“I’m
not being cute,” Kitty repeated, adding, “And the only thing about this that’s
unfair is that we all have to suffer because Ruki is 30 going on 3.”
“It’s
not fair that you’re being cute to get me to take you to see a stupid movie.”
“I’m
not being cute!”
Kitty
huffed, and then added in a pouting grumble, “And I didn’t ask to go see a
movie.”
Reita
just sighed. “See, that. That’s cheating.”
Exasperated,
Kitty threw the pillow in her hands up in the air. “How?! I’m not even doing anything!” she protested, writhing
around on the couch, half in surrender to her utter boredom and half in
response to Reita’s unfair accusations.
“You’re
being cute,” he said, entirely serious.
“I’m
not being cute!”
“Cheating.”
Kitty
huffed again and buried herself in the pillows that had managed to stay on the
couch with her. Since her very existence was apparently an act of cheating,
Kitty wished to dissolve into nothingness, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to
be bored in oblivion.
“That’s
still cheating.”
Kitty
just stared at him in disbelief for a moment before she hopped up, shouting,
“Fine, I give up! We don’t have to go see a movie and I’m not gonna try
cheating you into it anymore.”
Her
exasperation and resignation were blurred together as she shook out her legs to
let the cargo pants she was lounging in unroll from how they’d gotten bunched
up as she was rolling around on the couch. Reita’s smirk of satisfaction lasted
only as long as it took for Kitty to take a few steps towards the door of their
apartment before pulling her t-shirt off.
Reita’s
mind blurred with heady anticipation, but then he registered that she was
trotting lightly away from him, still making her way towards the door.
“Where
are you going?”
“To
Uruha’s,” Kitty replied non-chalantly. “With Leslie stuck in America this week,
he’s gotta be lonely enough to put up with me just hanging around. Unlike you.”
“Uruha?”
“Hm.
You’re boring; and now that you’re just yelling at me for no reason . . . Uruha
will play with me. He might even let me have one of his energy drinks!”
“You
think you’re going to Uruha’s dressed
like that?” Reita demanded, his eyes
roaming over the wide swaths of pale skin she’d exposed, stretches that were
only interrupted by the lacy fabric of her bra. She made for a draw dropping
figure in the get-up.
“I’m
taking Sheila,” Kitty explained, calling up the name she’d given Reita’s
motorcycle as her fingers wrapped around the leather of the jacket meant to
keep her safe on the beast. “And it’s way
too hot out to put up with wearing anything under this stupid jacket. I would
roast alive! Besides, since Leslie’s a soccer freak, she walks around in her
bra all the time! Uruha’s got to be used to it by now, he won’t mind. And even if he does, I'm sure she'll have a t-shirt I can borrow.”
Reita
set his bass down as quickly as he could without smashing it to pieces and
dashed over to Kitty as she was caught up in trying to shove her feet into the
bike-boots that Reita had bought her without unlacing them. He caught her around the
waist as she gave up with the feat and he lifted her out of the boots just
before she would have stepped from them on her own.
“Uruha won’t mind?” Reita asked. Holding
her of the ground and tucking his chin against her mostly bare shoulder, he
demanded gruffly, “Who cares if Uruha
won’t mind? You should be worried about whether or not I’ll mind.”
Squeaking
in surprise, Kitty chirped, “Put me down!”
Adjusting
his grip to loft her even higher with his knees securing her legs so that she
couldn’t kick out at him, Reita began to waddle awkwardly back to the couch as
she squirmed. “I can’t let my little housecat go outside,” he rumbled
teasingly. “What would happen if she got hurt by the big bad world?”
“Bakira!”
“Hmm?
What is it little Kitty-cat?” Reita hummed as he threw himself, and Kitty with
him, down on the couch.
Kitty shrieked as she
was dragged along in free-fall, “Lemme go!”
“Why?
So you can run off and go be all adorable in front of Uruha?” Reita teased. “I
don’t think so, not when you look so tempting. Uruha’s my best friend after
all; we have similar . . . appetites for things,” he added, his voice a bit
more gruff than it had been earlier as he trailed his fingers along Kitty’s
bare stomach. To a normal woman, the gesture would have been insanely arousing
and they would have given into the seduction in a heartbeat. Kitty merely
pouted.
“I
thought I told you already,” Reita growled in her ear, “That’s cheating.”
With
that, he poked her sharply in the side, causing her to squeal and squirm as she
fought against his tickle attack. “BAKIRA!”
She lashed out as forcefully as she could, but even had they been on a level playing
field, she was no match for his 185cm of muscle. As it was when she was already
pinned down, she was at the bassist’s mercy.
“Now
that’s cheating,” she panted when he
finally relented, easing his onslaught so she could have a chance to breathe.
Reita
merely chuckled and tapped his fingers along her ribcage in patterns that he
knew would make her dizzy. He knew all her little pressure points, the ones
that made her squeal, and the ones
that made her scream. And he was not at all above exploiting his knowledge as
he played his fingers along her like his bass.
Uruha
be damned, Kitty was his and his
alone to see like this.
Hell,
work be damned. With Kitty mewling
and purring and squirming beneath him like this, he couldn’t even remember what
it had been that he was supposed to be working on. With a shirtless, ticklish
Kitty in his arms, there was very little that Reita could remember at all aside
from how to get her to melt beneath his touch.
It
didn’t take much more teasing at all for Kitty to give up entirely on getting
away. She wriggled around to face Reita and bit down on his nose, Tamashii and
all. Then she whispered in his ear, “That’s cheating, you know.”
In
his defense, Reita asserted, “You were being cute.”
“You
are being sexy.”
“So?”
“So,
that’s cheating.”
Reita
huffed and silenced Kitty’s complaints with a kiss.
As
the afternoon wore on, Ruki called them in tears. Uruha called in boredom, Aoi
in annoyance that Uruha had called the bassist before he’d called his fellow
guitarist, Ruki called again in a huff to announce that he would be ignoring
them for the rest of the day because they hadn’t called him back yet, and Kai
to see how Reita’s project was getting on. They were all ignored.
Holding
the attention of either Reita or Kitty was something that usually required a
little bit of cheating to accomplish, and the rest of the GazettE always played
by the rules. ♡♥Finite♥♡